A/N: Hi again guys :) I may actually be updating more often but I can't really guarantee that. I'll try to. And it's the ruthless eomma, oh heck no 🙅 happy reading!

WARNING: Yoonji is 15 and Seokjin here is 22. You'll know soon.

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I hate you.

You killed my mom and dad.

They were cruel to me but I knew it was for the best.

I was just about to reach my dreams.

And you ripped away my chance to be loved.

I hate you,

Min Yoongi.

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"Seokjin, you should not be friends with poor kids. They are dirty, and they will make you one of them. Understood?" Dad said, glaring at me with all his might.

"Yes, dad." I blankly said as I was losing appetite. His scoldings were getting boring everytime I heard it.

"Anyways, you will be in an arranged marriage." Dad said, and that alone made me spit out the water that I was drinking. Dad glared at me when he stood up.

"Have you got any objections?!" Dad said. I was becoming scared because he has never been that angry with me.

"N-no...Nothing at all, dad. I was just shocked. Who is this girl you're talking about?" I said, regaining my composure. I was quite interested, to be honest.

"This girl is named Min Yoonji. In fact, she's the richest family in Korea, an heir to a worldwide transportation business. The airplanes, trains, that stuff you use for transportation. You'll be marrying in one week." Dad said. He showed me something.

She was beautiful indeed. Red, plump lips, rosy cheeks and long, black slender hair with a matching red gown. She looked ethereal.

"Min? Feel like I've never heard her name before. Oh well, atleast she's really, really pretty." I said, finishing my dish.

"Also, you'll be taking over the company after you marry the girl. I'm old enough to retire, and I need you to be working 25/8. The future of the company is in your hands, so DO NOT disappoint me, understand?" Dad said and I nodded.

"How about my studies?" I said, feeling worried about my acting degree.

"They will be thrown away." Dad said, looking at me right through the eye like he's waiting for my reaction.

"But Dad, I—" I said, studying so hard to get that degree and all of is thrown away?! What bullshit is that?!

"No buts. If you dare speak again, I will cut the wedding in 2 days." He said.

"WHAT?! JUST THROWING AWAY WHAT I WORKED FOR FOR SECONDS, MINUTES, HOURS, DAYS, MONTHS AND EVEN YEARS JUST GOES TO WASTE?!" I shouted, anger taking over me.

"You have no choice. I will cut off your education and you will start handling the business IMMEDIATELY." He said, and I was done there.

"If that's what you wish, then do it." I said, growling at the end and I stood up, making the chair screech in contact with the floor and pushing the dining table, making a mess and leaving the room, shutting the door loudly, leaving him dumbfounded and quite disappointed in me.

"Come back here, Kim Seokjin! We are not done talking!" He shouted, but I couldn't care less.

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It was midnight. I was tired stuck of being in this hellhole. My depressive self came back. The self I never wanted to go back again.

I opened my window, trying to search for an escape route that was pretty easy to go to and could help me as quick as possible.

Observing the place—all I got was some just pipes, and some hooks. Maybe I can attach a strong rope and with the spaces outside the windows, I can climb up, with the rope supporting me. But where do I put the ropes...Right, the hooks. But just one single rope can't last that long, considering the height of this building...

Maybe I can buy several strong ropes that lasts longer, connecting the main one to the hook that was close to my window and then tie the supporting ones to the main rope and then the ends of the supporting ropes will be tied to the pipes. Sounds like a great plan.

And so I did what I planned. And it worked out just right.

"Time to escape from this shit piece of life..." I muttered, climbing down quickly. When the distance wasn't risky, I jumped off, getting on my feet perfectly without scratches.

And so I ran.

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I didn't know where to go to, my feet just told me to go where they wanted to go. And soon , I ended up in a garden that was in ruins. I didn't mind about the ruins, what caught my attention was a tree that was tall.

And it had fireflies on it.

I lied down in the grass, feeling the soft breeze of the night calm me. The skies was pretty with all the stars twinkling and shining. I wondered what will be my future wife be. Will she be good at cooking? Will she be gentle and sweet? Would she be the one who fought back for their own? But she looked young...Wait, I'm 22, and she looked like she was 15! What was Dad planning?!

Make me a damn pedophile just for the sake of business?! I swear he's changed, I swear! All of this becuase he lost mom...Um, yeah, about that...

Actually, my mom cheated on dad. But she had no choice. Her mother didn't like dad, and a paparazzi recruited by my mom's mom threatened to leak out the information. Mom was the most famous fashion model, and she was one of the most powerful women in the world. Dad was so angry when he heard of it, he beat mom until she couldn't walk and eventually died on her hospital bed.  What's worse is,

I was at college that time. I was rehearsing for my biggest role.

When I was rehearsing, my phone rang. I answered it and just when I heard it, I immediately called it enough for that day and I immediately rushed to the hopsital. I didn't care if I was crying, I just lost my mother who raised me so much while Dad was busy at work.

He revealed the reason why and that's where I probably turned way too angry. I beat him to a pulp but then I snapped out of it before it got too late. I never forgave him whole heartedly though, because he still killed my mom and what's worse is he covered it up, saying hitmen were chasing for mom then beat her to a pulp until she bled to death. We also had to decrease our spendings because most of the money we spent came from mom, with dad backing up some cash.

"You seem to be in deep thoughts, Seokjin." a male voice said and I immediately knew who it was.

Namjoon.

"Well, Dad said I had to throw out my acting degree in the window and I sneaked out. I was just angry, ya' know? Throwing all your hard work down the drain like it's nothing." I said, looking at him who sat beside me.

"Wow, that's harsh." He said, and I nodded.

"And when I burst, he said I had to handle the business immediately and I had to marry a girl who wasn't even an adult yet!" I said, and he immediately shouted "WHAT?!" so loudly I think I heard glass shattering somewhere.

" Hey, not so fucking loud! And she was only 15, for fuck's sake!" I said.

"Wow, your dad's fucked up, mate. No way I'd marry a teenager, not even for business." He said, and I nodded in response.

"Hey, Namjoon, how's your studies?" I asked and he seemed to drop his head down a little bit. That was already a sign of unpleasant things to come out of his mouth.

"Well, not so great. I'm feeling pressured and I sometimes hate myself. Composing, producing music and lyrics are the only way I can allevaite the stress." He said, his voice wavering as he did so. There was a hint of sadness.

"Well, at least you ain't be becoming a CEO of a huge company with yoir studies down the drain. But I guess we're just tied. I also hate myself sometimes too." I said, noticing a well in doing so. I rose up and walked towards the well. I found nothing but my reflection.

I heard the sound of Namjoon's phone ringing. He went into a distance I couldn't quite hear of what the other person and him were talking about and what was about it. He seemed alarmed at the end.

"What?! Okay, okay, I'll get there right now." He said and came back to me immediately.

"Sorry mate, but important business came up. I'll eee you next time. Bye!" He said and I nodded and said bye too. And again, I was left all alone. Alone with nothing to do.

My only true friend was him, to be honest.

That's because many people think of me as an arrogant, rich student who looks down on other because I'm practically the richest son of a woman who was the biggest fashion model in the world and we also had a huge company that was pertaining services to worldwide population. And I became accustomed to all the whisperings and all the things they said to me that I actually adopted what they thought of me.

But not Namjoon.

He knew I had walls that were hard to break, and I wasn't easy opening up. But he had his way. But it was good, of course. He was there when I needed him. And soon, I was there when he needed me. We became best friends since then. We promised no hiding of secrets. He has been my only friend since about 4 years. We were entirely different, but we managed to find real friendship.

I took out my phone and headed towards the big tree. I pictured it and made it my wallpaper. It was ethereal. Beautiful. Stunning. All the prettiest things you can describe the picture. For me, it was simply simple yet fascinating.

It was getting dark out, so I headed home.

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"And I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

That was the faithful day we met. And she looked pretty I even forgot about her age. Many people were looking at my dad, thinking about why he chose such a young girl. I think only little recognized Yoonji, but it wss probably to show respect since many people here were just commoners while we were rich people. I hate leaving impressions on people that I'm arrogant and all. Well, as the saying goes "Don't judge a book by it's cover"...But then again, many people are hypocrites so I'm not really surprised people judge like they're perfect theirselves.

We all thanked everyone, though the smiles they had were wiped when we turned our backs, whispering unpleasant things about me and my father and I had enough of it. I went to the stage, and snatched the microphone. Everyone had their eyes on me. My father looked shocked but when he realized what I was going to do, he gave me a supportive smile.

"I'd like to say something that I've been itching to say a long time ago. You might view me as a rich, spoiled and arrogant brat but do you really know me who I am? I can hear you talking shit behind me and my father's back and that is very disrespectful. I'm not threatening everyone, I'm just sending out a reminder. Don't judge a book by it's cover. You don't know me, but I know you so who lost? Done. If you want to go home, SCRAM! I don't need visitors that talk shit behind me and my father's back! All you care about is your pride, right?! Go throw it down the drain and say it to me that you're not perfect!" I said, and dropped the microphone. Many left; ACTUALLY, everybody left.

"Thanks, son. The whisperings were getting into my nerves so much. You do know how to make people shut up, my son." He said. I smiled and nodded. Suddenly, I noticed Yoonji was missing.

Before I knew it, a man had entered the church with a gun and plenty of bags.

He pointed the gun between my eyes and I was frozen there. Everything felt like going slow motion and I suddenly became paralyzed. Yoonji appeared behind my father and slit his throat cleanly like he was some animalto be sold. They ransacked the church, everything that was worth stealing. Even Yoonji's ring. And father's credit card and wallet.

But I managed to grab a blade and stab it into Yoonji. She let out a cry of pain and I heard footsteps and I saw the police. He was hiding like he was used to this.

"Hands up!" The officer said and I did, wondering how he rehearsed it so perfectly. Like he was controlling the police or something. The police handcuffed me and soon, news spread like wildfire about our company shutting down immediately and the death of my father was broadcasted. The news about me attempting to "murder" Yoonji was also broadcasted.

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Soon enough, I was at a room. A room which was different from the other rooms of the police station. There were high ranked officers sitting in a table and they all seemed to wait for someone. And apparently they were waiting for me.

"Kim Seokjin, please sit down. We have a negotiation to make. That is, if you agree." A man said, and I looked over his nameplate and I couldn't afford to let out a gasp.

This man, right here, is my fucking bestfriend, Kim Namjoon.

"What the hell, Namjoon?! I thought no hiding of secrets?!" I said and he looked down. "Sometimes I make sacrifices. Giving this one secret will risk me my death. So I'll just get to the point since you know me." He said. I was waiting for what he was going to say.

"Either you serve in CIA or you get a life sentence on a maximum security level prison." He said and I swallowed. Life sentence? CIA? Maximum security level prison? Hearing all of this made me want to gag. I was just here, sitting in a room only served for CIA agents and I had no knowledge whatsoever.

"We'll train you to be an professional poisoner in foods, seeing as your cooking skills are needed. We will teach you, and you will be working in the shadows to not risk your reputation. We will give you a very big target—thatnis, when you're ready, of course. Deal?" Namjoon said.

Should I risk being in CIA? Or should I rot away in a prison cell forever, possibly getting beaten up by my fellow prison mates?

"Deal." I said, making sure I sounded sure.

"Great. We'll be looking forward. We'll cover up the news for you, don't worry." He said, and I nodded.

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Just so you wait, Min Yoongi.

I'll get you one day.

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A/N: And that concludes it for the fifth chapter! Hope you guys liked it! I'm so freaking sorry, wattpad came out of my mind I forgot about my books 😭😭😭 Don't worry, I'm prewriting the chaps. thank you for reading!

~Hannah